Now that I’ve had my first Pumpkin Spice latte of the season, it’s time to acknowledge the new season. Normally at this time of year, I write an Ode to Fall, a celebration of the changing seasons and all of the wonderful things to which we can look forward. So this year, I’m taking a slightly different tack. My daughter needed to return some equipment last week to Xfinity (it’s really Comcast – they can’t fool us), which is in the local mall, and we made a short pass through Old Navy just in case they had something indispensable or on sale for her wardrobe (or mine). We then ventured into the coffee shop there, a Gloria Jean’s, and there it was on the menu board: Pumpkin Spice. As my grandfather used to say, I can resist anything but temptation, so there it is. Like throwing out the first pitch of the season in Fenway Park, the first pumpkin spice coffee is a tradition, a harbinger of all things Fall. Speaking of which . . . .
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